Because you can't spell "mojo" without MJ...
A whole bunch of things to get through here:
Let's see, on Friday Rachel and I went to the movies and saw Mr. And Mrs. Smith, which is a fun movie, although rather pointless fluff. I was really turned off by the fact that they didn't wrap up the ending on the logic side at all. Though I did love the final joke in the movie. Like nearly every review I've seen has said, Jolie and Pitt have "good chemistry." Originally, Mrs. Smith was going to be played by Nicole Kidman and I wouldn't put the role past here because I think she's a great actress, but I just can't picture her as the character at all. I almost wish they had cast her just so I could see what it would be like.
Anyway, the movie made $50.3 million dollars in its opening weekend (which exceeded most projections), and that makes me wonder about the whole "couples starring in the same movie" thing. Gigli, Jersey Girl, Proof of Life, Eyes Wide Shut and I'm sure some others all supposedly did poorly because they had couples in them. Even Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes have been told by their producers to "cool down their romance" because people find it off-putting and it could hurt their respective movies. Well, this movie didn't have a couple, but a set accused adulterers instead and it did enormously well. What does that say about American society? We're turned off by real-deal happy couples, but if there's something as scandalous as an extramarital affair, we're all for it? That's a little sad.
I have a new favorite movie website. Box Office Mojo just totally rocks my socks. A full-on movie statistics website that answers all those questions I've always asked (and a lot more that I never even thought to). You want to know the fourth slowest movie to reach $200 million? Why, it's Aladdin, of course. Took 159 days. Seriously, I can get lost in this site the same way I get lost discovering new trivia* at the IMDb website. So, if you haven't checked out Box Office Mojo before, you should. It's awesome.
*Steve's Top Three Favorite Useless Trivia Facts He Discovered on the IMDb The Past Year
3. Tea Leoni has a bit role in A League of Their Own
2. Paul Giamatti is the son of former baseball commissioner Bart Giamatti
1. "Family Matters" is a spinoff of "Perfect Strangers"
Saturday night was Adam's birthday festivities in Portsmouth. He called inviting me but I accidentally missed the call and am really bad about calling people back. I'm so crappy. Anyway, eventually I ditched Jill and Rachel for Paul and we headed to Portsmouth to meet up. Turned out to be lots of fun. We got to wish Adam a happy birthday and drink a bunch. I had my first Irish Car Bomb, got to rock out with Julia to Michael Jackson music, and eat fries and a burger. Yum! If it weren't for Adam losing his wallet and getting sick (Along with Glen) it would have been the perfect evening.
Speaking of Michael Jackson, I think I'm glad he got off. Or, at least I expected/predicted he would. Yesterday, on my way to the Sox game with Scott, his mother told him that they were about to announce the verdict on CNN. So Scott tuned his Sirius Satellite radio to the CNN station and we listened in. (I bet on "Not Guilty" and he bet on "Guilty.") I guess MJ is saying that he's done sleeping in beds with boys (I'm sure you're happy about that, Tina), but I kind of wish he wasn't. It reminded me of one of my favorite Bill Maher opinions, that just happened to be about Mr. Jackson:
I think Michael Jackson is the blackest man in America.
You know why? Because he will not say what they want him to say. And that, to me, is gangsta. I'm not kidding. Michael Jackson. When Ed Bradley and everybody tries to get him to say, 'Yes, I will never sleep in a bed with a kid again.' And he says, 'You know what? You're the sick one.' 'You're the sick one. I'm cuddling. It's charming.' 'You think it's fucking, and I will not say it' Who has more pressure on him than Michael Jackson? To say those words. And he will not say those words. That's black.
He will not say, 'My name is Toby.' He is Kunta Kinte. Come on, you've got to give it up for that.
So, I guess he finally gave in. The man (That's you, Tina) just put another brother down. How sad.
Anyway, so last night was the Red Sox game (They won 10-3) with Scott. And it was a lot of fun. I was glad to see someone else not really know Boston very well. (Scott got honked at like three times, though most of the time it wasn't really that bad.) Eventually, we got where we wanted and then pregamed a bit at Bukowski's. When we finally got to Fenway we tried to sneak into the Monster seat area, but it was well-guarded. Instead we got a bunch of alcohol and started drinking in our regular seats.
To our amazement, in our very own Section 3 was a familiar face. It was Michelle Woodman! I hadn't seen her in nearly 5 years, but interestingly enough Scott had brought her up earlier in the day at the bar. She called out to Scott as we were sitting down, so I figured under the social requirements at least one of us would have to stop by and say something to her before we left. I was really worried about having to do this, but I did, and it went flawlessly. We briefly talked about not seeing each other for a long while and then she asked about buying beer at Fenway (Apparently she had the same problem with the 25+ rule in MA that I did at the Tweeter Center), but I explained to her that Fenway was cool and was "New England's team." And then, just before I left, I let out the last second "Congratulations on your engagement" with perfect precision. It was excellent. I was so proud of myself.
So the rest of the game was all right. Eventually we moved up to some closer seats on the third base side and met some pudgy girls from Saugus. I got their extra beer at the end of the night that I knew they wouldn't finish.
Look! I have a friend! It's Scott!
Scott loves sausages.
Pudgy Girl From Saugus. "Don't take my picture!"
Heh. Heh. "Gay-rod."
Party Face rears its ugly head. The End
Uh, and besides all that, not much going on. Oh! Except I got poison ivy on my left big toe. I haven't had poison ivy in years, but I used to get it really bad. I think I got it from working on the pool barefoot the other day. I hope it doesn't spread. Oh, and I'm going to go see Batman Begins tonight at midnight. Ebert gives it four stars! Hooray!
P.S. The word of the day is "Byronic."
Let's see, on Friday Rachel and I went to the movies and saw Mr. And Mrs. Smith, which is a fun movie, although rather pointless fluff. I was really turned off by the fact that they didn't wrap up the ending on the logic side at all. Though I did love the final joke in the movie. Like nearly every review I've seen has said, Jolie and Pitt have "good chemistry." Originally, Mrs. Smith was going to be played by Nicole Kidman and I wouldn't put the role past here because I think she's a great actress, but I just can't picture her as the character at all. I almost wish they had cast her just so I could see what it would be like.
Anyway, the movie made $50.3 million dollars in its opening weekend (which exceeded most projections), and that makes me wonder about the whole "couples starring in the same movie" thing. Gigli, Jersey Girl, Proof of Life, Eyes Wide Shut and I'm sure some others all supposedly did poorly because they had couples in them. Even Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes have been told by their producers to "cool down their romance" because people find it off-putting and it could hurt their respective movies. Well, this movie didn't have a couple, but a set accused adulterers instead and it did enormously well. What does that say about American society? We're turned off by real-deal happy couples, but if there's something as scandalous as an extramarital affair, we're all for it? That's a little sad.
I have a new favorite movie website. Box Office Mojo just totally rocks my socks. A full-on movie statistics website that answers all those questions I've always asked (and a lot more that I never even thought to). You want to know the fourth slowest movie to reach $200 million? Why, it's Aladdin, of course. Took 159 days. Seriously, I can get lost in this site the same way I get lost discovering new trivia* at the IMDb website. So, if you haven't checked out Box Office Mojo before, you should. It's awesome.
*Steve's Top Three Favorite Useless Trivia Facts He Discovered on the IMDb The Past Year
3. Tea Leoni has a bit role in A League of Their Own
2. Paul Giamatti is the son of former baseball commissioner Bart Giamatti
1. "Family Matters" is a spinoff of "Perfect Strangers"
Saturday night was Adam's birthday festivities in Portsmouth. He called inviting me but I accidentally missed the call and am really bad about calling people back. I'm so crappy. Anyway, eventually I ditched Jill and Rachel for Paul and we headed to Portsmouth to meet up. Turned out to be lots of fun. We got to wish Adam a happy birthday and drink a bunch. I had my first Irish Car Bomb, got to rock out with Julia to Michael Jackson music, and eat fries and a burger. Yum! If it weren't for Adam losing his wallet and getting sick (Along with Glen) it would have been the perfect evening.
Speaking of Michael Jackson, I think I'm glad he got off. Or, at least I expected/predicted he would. Yesterday, on my way to the Sox game with Scott, his mother told him that they were about to announce the verdict on CNN. So Scott tuned his Sirius Satellite radio to the CNN station and we listened in. (I bet on "Not Guilty" and he bet on "Guilty.") I guess MJ is saying that he's done sleeping in beds with boys (I'm sure you're happy about that, Tina), but I kind of wish he wasn't. It reminded me of one of my favorite Bill Maher opinions, that just happened to be about Mr. Jackson:
I think Michael Jackson is the blackest man in America.
You know why? Because he will not say what they want him to say. And that, to me, is gangsta. I'm not kidding. Michael Jackson. When Ed Bradley and everybody tries to get him to say, 'Yes, I will never sleep in a bed with a kid again.' And he says, 'You know what? You're the sick one.' 'You're the sick one. I'm cuddling. It's charming.' 'You think it's fucking, and I will not say it' Who has more pressure on him than Michael Jackson? To say those words. And he will not say those words. That's black.
He will not say, 'My name is Toby.' He is Kunta Kinte. Come on, you've got to give it up for that.
So, I guess he finally gave in. The man (That's you, Tina) just put another brother down. How sad.
Anyway, so last night was the Red Sox game (They won 10-3) with Scott. And it was a lot of fun. I was glad to see someone else not really know Boston very well. (Scott got honked at like three times, though most of the time it wasn't really that bad.) Eventually, we got where we wanted and then pregamed a bit at Bukowski's. When we finally got to Fenway we tried to sneak into the Monster seat area, but it was well-guarded. Instead we got a bunch of alcohol and started drinking in our regular seats.
To our amazement, in our very own Section 3 was a familiar face. It was Michelle Woodman! I hadn't seen her in nearly 5 years, but interestingly enough Scott had brought her up earlier in the day at the bar. She called out to Scott as we were sitting down, so I figured under the social requirements at least one of us would have to stop by and say something to her before we left. I was really worried about having to do this, but I did, and it went flawlessly. We briefly talked about not seeing each other for a long while and then she asked about buying beer at Fenway (Apparently she had the same problem with the 25+ rule in MA that I did at the Tweeter Center), but I explained to her that Fenway was cool and was "New England's team." And then, just before I left, I let out the last second "Congratulations on your engagement" with perfect precision. It was excellent. I was so proud of myself.
So the rest of the game was all right. Eventually we moved up to some closer seats on the third base side and met some pudgy girls from Saugus. I got their extra beer at the end of the night that I knew they wouldn't finish.
Look! I have a friend! It's Scott!
Scott loves sausages.
Pudgy Girl From Saugus. "Don't take my picture!"
Heh. Heh. "Gay-rod."
Party Face rears its ugly head. The End
Uh, and besides all that, not much going on. Oh! Except I got poison ivy on my left big toe. I haven't had poison ivy in years, but I used to get it really bad. I think I got it from working on the pool barefoot the other day. I hope it doesn't spread. Oh, and I'm going to go see Batman Begins tonight at midnight. Ebert gives it four stars! Hooray!
P.S. The word of the day is "Byronic."